The voices telling me how to live

The greedy preacher tells me give give give

Another know it all offers a way

If I agree to slave and pay

The colors comfort the null and void

Entertainment they all enjoyed

The source of overstimulation

The deathknell of another nation



The box directs my life

To wipe the slate of sense

To tell me what to think of

No one's ever right...



The picture to hypnotize the dumb

The disease to which millions succumb

A lie, a life, and a broken dream

All surround the glowing screen

Transmissions of the insane

Killing all the cells within my brain

A drug more leathal than any you know

Fed to you in the form of show



The box directs my life

To wipe the slate of sense

To tell me what to think of

No one's ever right...

The box directs my ways

To wipe the minds of thought

To fuck me like a cheap fix

No one's ever safe...